now, however.
It has been really hot through the plains of Kansas.
.. ok so we left off in Goodland.
End of the day in Goodland I walked out to the worlds largest easel.
With a big Van Gogh on it. Don't know exactly why people make these
objects out in the Midwest.
Woke up in Goodland ready for some adventure. Hitched a ride toward
a town called Kanorado—you guessed it, on the border of Kansas and
Colorado. Sounded like the right thing to do. The guy Dennis who
picked me up asked me, "You going to the dig?" Hmm.. stranger
assuming I'm heading to a dig? "what dig?" "The archeological dig
in Kanorado. Only reason someone like you'd be going to Kanorado."
So of course I said, "yes I am."
It was a dig out in the middle of the Kansas plains,
digging for clovis and hopefully pre-clovis artifacts—around 10-14000
bc. I had a fun time hanging and chatting about archaeology. Had to
do it, if only for my dad.
Then I hopped a ride to the next town of Burlington with
some of the archeologists, a woman named Katie being one of them.
They dropped me at a gas station near the freeway (my favorite!) with
a lightning storm looming. Pondering how to get out of there, I just
decided to do a little oil- the sky was pretty purple, nasty and
amazing with lightning cracking constantly. Only locals seemed
interested in what I was doing. As I was pondering what to do, Katie
rolled up to check on me—just then the wind whipped up… so I quit
painting and got a bite (she bought, I drew). Then back to hitch
hike some more (joy!).
I stood there watching a glorious sunset, realizing I
would not get a ride.
I was just packing it in for the night, when Shannon,
my savior, drove up and gave me a lift! It was glorious. We hauled
west, spinning tales of Austin and roadtrips. We all crashed the
night in Limon.
That night I felt like hell. Hit some sort of energy
pit. Bleary eyed. Just done as dinner. But I did watch some Conan
the Barbarian on TV and saw the wheel of pain. Whatever I'm going
through ain't that tough. A bit of dehydration—I had been in the sun
all day with hitching and archeology. In the morning I still felt
sick, but started coming to life as we set off to Denver.
Seeing the mountains of the front range was sweet!!
Rolling into the mountains I started coming back to life. We stopped
in Idaho springs for a pizza, and I did a sketch for Shannon, and
then I was back to hitching.
After a while a Pathfinder rolled up and Greg gave me a
lift all the way to Glenwood… a quick bus up valley and I was walking
up the road to my aunt and uncle's.
Rest!! Glorious rest. Watching the river go by. So necessary.
I need to recharge.. after this rest, 10 days to go. Will need my
strength to go strong the next few days.
My friend Susan reminded me this is a competition—"Never under
estimate the enemy. Sell, sell, sell and cross those state lines like
the wind. Win, win, win, and kill to win. Love the big sale."
I've survived well, now I have to play to win.
Love
kenny
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